Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.
ONLY TEMPORARY
Chapter 7: Back Brace
Even though there was absolutely nothing to do with that information, I was buzzing ever since I had discovered the butt plug in Joshua's home office.
My mind was filled with brand-new enticing images and fantasies.
Joshua was shoving the butt plug in his hairy ass... He was pushing it deep... Maybe he liked some fingers up in there as well... Did he hide larger dildos in his bedroom?
I had a solid brick in my pants at the thought.
What difference did it make though?
Okay, a lot of straight men liked a little anal stimulation from time to time, and so what?
Joshua still wore a wedding ring on his finger and Jennifer's presence was still felt in every single room.
Having the house to myself, I spent the evening watching a true crime series on the couch while mindlessly scrolling through GrindR on my phone.
I had not logged in on the app since arriving in Denver, and since I had no plans for the weekend, it was worth a try.
Honestly, it was also a great way to stop obsessing over Joshua.
I quickly stumbled upon a familiar face.
"Dick-Licious", the aspiring rapper who was supposed to be spending the weekend in the country with Rafael and his sugar daddy, was quite popular on the dating app.
I had seen his muscular chest and pretty face on Rafael's phone, but now, free for all to see, I could check out his big, cut cock and his smooth asshole on his profile.
He was not really the type to hold back on sharing nudes online.
In fact, Dick-Licious' social media was full of X-rated content available for free... between posts of his ridiculously provocative raps.
I wondered if I would see Rafael in one of the raunchy clips in the next few days.
My co-worker seemed capable of doing that.
Millennials are definitely not cut from the same cloth as us old folks born in the early 90s.
Anyway, I started chatting with a cute guy who lived on the south side of town. He was a British SFX designer named Duncan.
He was not much to look at, but his smile was enough to keep me interested.
I thought that we hit it off well, but after about thirty minutes of flirting back and forth, he ghosted me.
He had probably found someone better in the meantime...
Sometimes, I hated GrindR.
Correction, most of the time, I hated GrindR.
I went to bed at nearly midnight and Joshua had still not come home.
For a minute, I wondered if he was really working, or if he had gone to a late night with some colleagues, or even, if he had found a cute girl to fuck... and have her rim his demanding hole.
Since my housemate spent most of the following weekend locked in his office, stressed by the case he had to deal with, I guessed that he really had been working that much.
Poor guy...
That being said, he could also have been doing something else in his office.
I knew what he was hiding there.
The cheeky bastard!
To help him out, I did the laundry and mowed the front lawn on Sunday afternoon.
I also offered my help if he needed someone to summarize some documents or find an archive, or really, whatever, but he told me that he was more efficient working on his own under such circumstances.
In all fairness, my legal knowledge was close to zero.
I felt sorry for him, but Josh assured me that it was a rare occurrence.
"I work long days, but I usually never open my laptop over the weekend. If she caught me like this, Jennifer would kill me."
"Don't worry, I won't tell her that you've been working all weekend."
"Thanks, man."
He was serious.
See what a decent guy he was.
Joshua was not lying to his wife about cheating on her, he was lying about working too hard for the YVBM company.
All in all, I had a disappointing weekend myself with no hookup and Josh could barely get his nose out of his notes.
The good news was that the matter was urgent and it had to be settled by Monday afternoon, which meant that Joshua would finally be able to breathe again.
I felt even more guilty than usual when I went back to the office to fill out the same bullet points.
I had managed to find some YVBM's pro-environment ways to incorporate in the list requested by Sabrina, but this was a total joke.
For instance, I wrote that "YVBM encourages and supports local projects to avoid unnecessary travels" stretching on the fact their clients were mainly in Colorado.
Ridiculous.
Once again, it was Rafael who made the day better.
After a week of listening to him talk about his adventures and seeing Dick-Licious' spicy content, I was eager to know more about his spicy week-end.
It was like a TV series I was following.
"How do you think it went, Justin? We fucked all weekend! What else were we supposed to do? Three gay men sharing the same room!"
Of course, how stupid of me!
Rafael was deep (no pun intended) in the description of the luxurious hotel where they had been staying when the phone on my desk rang.
I looked at Rafael in confusion.
That thing had never rung once since I had started working there.
"It says LEG on the screen." I told him, perplexed.
He laughed.
"It's legal, idiot!"
"Oh."
I picked up the phone, and sure enough, it was Joshua at the end of the line.
"Man... I... I need you."
He did not sound like himself, and that worried me.
"Josh, is everything all-right?"
"Yeah... Well, no... Not really."
Goodness, it almost felt like he was refraining from crying.
That completely caught me off guards.
I reacted immediately.
"Say less, I'm coming up."
Joshua was visibly going through something so I made sure that he did not have to explain himself further on the call.
I hastily walked to the elevators to go to the last floor.
I was running crazy scenarios in my head.
Did something happen to him, to his wife?
Was it about the case? Was he in trouble at work?
It was very unlike Joshua to be that vulnerable, I was expecting the worst.
I knocked at the door of his office and he called me in.
From all the things I had imagined stumbling on, I could definitely not have pictured this.
Joshua was lying on the floor, his shirt semi-opened, half of his furry chest on display, with his hands weirdly stretched in his back.
"What the fuck, Josh?"
"Shut the door!"
I did as he said.
"Are you okay?"
"Do I look like I'm okay?" He panted.
I really was a dumbass sometimes.
"Definitely not. Are you having a nervous breakdown? Are you hurt?"
"I have this... Aaargh... Huge meeting with Bramman... Fuck... And the others in forty minutes... And I... I just threw my back."
"Damn."
"It hurt like hell."
"I can tell! We need to call a doctor."
"No... I... I've been through this before. It can happen when I'm stressed or... Anyway, I know what to do... Arrrgh... What to do to help."
"Dude, you need a physiotherapist. ASAP."
"What I need is to be ready for a meeting in forty minutes."
"And I assume you'll be attending this meeting lying down on the floor?"
He tried to straighten up to show me that he could.
It was not very conclusive.
"Justin, please, just help me."
"But how?!"
"You need to go to a pharmacy, there's one across the street from the office, and take a back brace, specific for the lumbar - lower back region. I also wrote on a piece of paper the painkiller and creams that work on me."
"Okay but you're sure you don't need help from a professional?"
"Trust me, I've had a few of those in the past few years. For a day... Ah... I can't move my back and then I feel much better. It's like a cramp."
"Well, that looks like a pretty bad one."
